The Weaver's Source

Chapter 73

Grigore was quiet, his eyes still roaming my face without giving away any though on his face. His expression remained firm and still, not twitching into a frown nor a smile. I had to keep my eyes on the floor though. My magic was stirring too much when I met his dark gaze, purring and warming me. I didn't want to cause such a scene in front of the Lord Master or Filip.

"I need Filip to leave first." Grigore said eventually.

I glanced up, puzzled, as Filip scowled. "I'm not leaving. I would like to know how she got in here and why as well."

The Lord Master however didn't say anything for a few moments, just eyed Grigore curiously. "Filip. Leave us." He said in a calmer, less angry tone.

Filip's scowl turned sharply onto his father before it grew irritated. His eyes slipped to me, instantly making me shrink away a little at the level of interest and frustration they held. Without a word, Filip turned and strode out of the room, firmly shutting the doors behind him.

"Now tell me my answers, Weaver." Anastas demanded instantly.

"I am guessing Lyra is in here to help me." He replied, his gaze slowly going to my eyes.

I nodded lightly. Grigore's eyes lit up with understanding.

"Help you how?" Anastas asked. "How is going through personal letters of any use to you?"

"I haven't been as honest with you as you hoped, Lord Master." Grigore said calmly. "The monster haunting you isn't a shapeshifter. It isn't even a monster."

For a moment the Lord Master's rage appeared to have returned but he breathed in deeply and smothered it a little. "Tell me what you mean and why, please." He asked in a very strained tone.

"I couldn't have any member of your family knowing what is haunting you. And something is haunting you, not hunting. The ghost of a child; a myling."

The Lord Master's narrow stern face twisted into confusion. "A myling? But we have had no children die in these walls, let alone one with hate enough to haunt my family."

"That's why I needed this kept quiet. Someone is keeping the death of this child silent and I need to find out who before it succeeds in killing everyone it wants to."

Something seemed to dawn of the Lord Master. "My captain, Edd. He was murdered. My son, Harry, was too. Those servants. They were involved?"

"I can only say your captain was a victim of the myling. Harry I fear was murdered however."

"Murdered?" Anastas snarled.

"Poison is a human way of killing, not a myling. Mylings crush, burn, drown and drive people to death but never poison."

"Then why is Harry dead?"

Grigore shrugged. "I am looking into to it. It may be connected to this myling's creation or it may be utterly separate. I will let you know when I find out more."

"And what of the woman?" Anastas demanded as he swept a hand in my direction. "Why is she in my room? You do not think I have any doings in these murders, do you?"

Again, Grigore shrugged, completely unfazed by his aggressiveness. "I consider everyone. But Lyra has been helping me and if she is in here, then she was only doing it because I ordered her to."

The Lord Master paused, sucking in air through his teeth, before he whirled on me. "Tell me, why are you here?"

I flinched at his tone. "I was told to come here. She said I would find some of the answers I wanted." I stammered, glancing from Anastas' enraged face to Grigore's comforting calm expression.